Personal Narrative: The Dirty Waters

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

I also wrote about "Once More to the Lake", but I enjoy long descriptive sentences. When you read your chosen sentence, did it give you a feeling or, bring you back to a moment in your past? When I read that sentence, it brings me back to laying on the beach smelling the the salty air and listening to the

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Before I started going to SOTA, I had been homeschooled for the past X years. And when I transferred from homeschooling to high school, it was like traveling to a different country. During the early months of my freshman year, I felt like everyone around me was speaking a different language and sadly I didn’t have google translate. I was unsure about how to appeal to the seemingly endless crowds of unfamiliar teachers, students, and social customs. This, as I have discovered is unfortunately not just a high school thing. Even when you have survived freshman year and have some vague sense of who you are and how to be your most authentic self, one can still face the common feeling of being out of place in your current environment.

As I ventured inside through the entryway. This immense yard used to be quite recently included space looked well past my desires. Two little condos developed were standing confronting each other on each side, in the center was a wellspring running new water. The entire inside of the house was changed, no all the more venturing outside to get some crisp water. It make life considerably less demanding for the ladies to do their day by day shores.

My head slowly angled down at the murky brown water reflecting the bright sun as It flowed downstream. “Come on you pussy”, I heard from below. From then on, and for these three words, my fate would be decided, On that day about four years ago, i would know what fear feels like, and how confidence can change your life.

I never could have thought in a million years something this petrifying could happen to me. My favorite place in the whole world, Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, turned into one full of sorrow. As I dove to catch the fluorescent green tennis ball, hot white sand flew up onto my body. My dad, wearing his favorite floral swim trunks, responded with a typical, “Nice catch, Zako!” I began to lift myself off the beach floor and dust off the sand, when suddenly I noticed something peculiar floating in the elusive blue water. The object appeared to be a body. In a split second I realized what I was fixed upon. “Wait, it’s Grandpap!,” I shouted. The words fell out of my mouth in slow motion. That split second I first saw him felt like an eternity.

The water splashed as I entered the freezing pool of water. I swam to the other end, flipped underwater, and pushed off the wall. The flow of the water against my skin felt as if I was breaking through a bubble of air. The movement of my arms and legs led me all the way to the wall at the other end. This was my passion. It was what I loved to do at the time. Previously, I was on a club swim team, all the way up until school season. I was anxious all day waiting to get back into that pool.

So there I was, looking down at the murky green water. Next to me was my friend Josh. We looked at eachother for a bit, then decided to just go for it. Besides, I need some stories for my grandchildren someday right? We backed up to the other side of the massive rock, looked at eachother one more time, clicked on my Go Pro in my left hand, then, we took off in a dead sprint.

The sun shone brightly across the sky as small waves lapped against the rocks of the shoreline. The lake stayed perfectly calm aside from us three kids playing in the murky green water. Clouds floated overhead while my mom silently read her favorite book in the sunshine. Alex, Taylor, and I had just returned from tubing behind Alex’s father's boat. Fueled by adrenaline, we decided to play one of our favorite games, king of the tube. This became a decision we would regret. Alex suddenly threw Taylor and I overboard and we both desperately attempted to climb back on top of the taco shaped tube.

I started to drift off--far off. I pictured the massive ocean back on Earth, where I saw the white water on the sea of drab green. I felt the wind blowing, my hair bowing, as it made its sound in my ears, as I tasted the salt spray from the waves crashing on the breakers, as I inhaled deeply. I pondered. The distant horizon was disturbed by the occasional sailboat. I pictured an oil tanker on the horizon. The taste of the salt air intensified, as I thought about it longer. The seagull standing in air, as it looked down for a new meal. I felt the sun's rays as it momentarily broke through the partly cloudy sky. I became entranced by my imagination as I listened to the repetitive sound of the waves breaking on the beach. I see footprints

One summer day, friends got together for a boating party. There was this one girl named Natalie. Natalie was afraid of the water because when she was young, she was into surfing. One summer day the water was very calm, then out of nowhere a massive Great White shark came out of the water and bit her arm off. So she decided she was going to go on this boating party but, was going to wear a life vest the whole time no matter what happened.

By the end of the night, as various types of alcohol flowed freely through the blood of dancing teenagers, I noticed that one of my close friends looked pale. Before I could come back to her with a class of cold water she had taken a position in the washroom, spewing the remains of her dinner and vodka into the toilet bowl. The sound of her gagging, a wretched, slimy noise, almost made me want to partake in the act as well. Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of my disgust. As a party had been taking place in the vicinity, the floor of the washroom was revolting. A diverse collection of the dirt from the bottoms of partygoers shoes, vomit, pee, and whatever else made its way to the ground resided there. However, my friend didn’t seem

It all began two years ago in the warm summer of 2014. All around me I could see the season blossoming as I heard birds chirping, saw lemonade being sold, and chlorine from the pool made a distinguishable smell as I walked by. This summer was special because on days where we were free my parents and I would go to the pool as a way to spend the time relaxing and enjoying ourselves. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to swim and go to the deep end section of pools I went to. Because of my lack of ability, I could only stay in the four-foot section of the pool because that’s where I could stand without needing to put in any effort. It was all right for what it was but I just wanted something more exciting instead of standing around.